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“Lead the way Goldie. Are these gentlemen with you here to make sure you don’t get lost?”
Beldan makes sure to bring along all his weapons and equipment to this meeting.
"uhohohoho.....hardly...." he's laughing at his own perceived wittiness.
They lead you all on to the biggest building in the village...and into the main room.
There's a set of tables in an inverted "U" and the group is beckoned forward. At the center is Sencho, and to his left is Hex Chun Chan;
there's a smattering of Captains.
Sencho speaks;
"I have a few of my captains assembled here gentlemen....TsanChan the Devil Eunuch,....Sutu (a Hepmonish man, bald, with an iron golem right arm *sic*) Eyvind Wulf (a.....viking, with a wolf skin cloak, axes, knives,) Mojo (a.....gorilla wearing a purple turban), and Peacock Cap the Goblin King (a goblin with a robin hood hat with a peacock feather in it. Next to him sits......GITTIKS GOBLIN FATHER.....PUMPUMPUM!!!)
So, gentlemen,...you wish to join the pirates? Who speaks for your krewe?"
Oso looks at Riese, Altai and Beldan ready to react. He clamps his mouth shut.
Soto looks at Oso...."You Xivatti?" It's a culture group; I'm just making this stuff up..."remine me of a Xivatti I know once."
"HepTunSar tribe."
He lifts his head in boistrous laughter...you don't know what that means. Nobody in the room does.
"What a zivatee? Meh, me no care."
<claps eyes on his dad>
"HEY! YOU! WHAT YOU DO HERE!? WHO KNOBHEAD WITH FEATHER!? HIM NEW WIFE!!!?"
The father looks at Gittik; "HUH? WHO YOU?"
Peacock Cap as well..."are you absolutely daft, man?" None of the gutteral pidgin of goblinspeak....total disciplined control of vocal cords...
"Ah, um..." Altai shoots Gittik an annoyed glance. "The crew of the Hellwind is a democratic collective of equals; as for now, I can speak for us. We do indeed want to join your illustrious society, headed by the great and powerful Sencho."
He nods apologetically to Feather Cap. "Sorry 'bout that", he mumbles. "He, ah... sees things at times. Too many bloodfen mushrooms. No offence intended."
Sencho speaks.
"Fine,....and you all do a wonderful job of perpetuating general mayhem...especially (Riese) there...(he winks at Riese. Everybody sees it.)
I'm just wondering what you've been up to...of late; I've never seen nor heard of any of you mysterious strangers. Not on Jeklea Bay, mind you. Are you out of Scuttlecove?"
"What a zivatee? Meh, me no care."
<claps eyes on his dad>
"HEY! YOU! WHAT YOU DO HERE!? WHO KNOBHEAD WITH FEATHER!? HIM NEW WIFE!!!?"
"New wife? Indeed! I'll gut you like a kipper, you insulent little guttersnipe!"
"YOU FORGET ME ALREADY!? YOU THROW ME DOWN HOLE, GET BROTHER TO KILL ME, MAKE ME FIGHT BIG HOBBO, AND YOU FORGET ME!!? YOU TOO OLD NOW, YOU GO MAD, MAYBE ME KILL YOU FOR GOOD OF TRIBE! Hey, where tribe?"
Pip looks between Gittik and the goblin
"He's your dad? ..."
Pip looks between Gittik and the goblin
"He's your dad? ..."
"It's a long story."
"YOU FORGET ME ALREADY!? YOU THROW ME DOWN HOLE, GET BROTHER TO KILL ME, MAKE ME FIGHT BIG HOBBO, AND YOU FORGET ME!!? YOU TOO OLD NOW, YOU GO MAD, MAYBE ME KILL YOU FOR GOOD OF TRIBE! Hey, where tribe?"
Gittiks' father rises solemnly(sp?) from his chair....
"Dead mans chest!!!" is all he booms out.
Whispers about the room...."dead man's chest?....dead man's chest,....dead man's chest...."
Sencho looks around, at the goblins, then at Gittik; Captain Peacock's eyes roll....
Beldan nudges Gittik. “Shut it,” he whispers. “Maybe that’s not your dad, maybe it’s some other goblin who looks like him…” The rogue trails off uncertainly, trying simultaneously to see if the goblin really is Gittik’s father whilst trying NOT to look like Beldan, figuring that if it is the same gobbo, and he recognises them, they’re in some trouble.
“We’re from up north a ways,” Beldan turns his attention to Sencho, answering his question to try to distract from the Gittik outburst. “We ran into some legal complications up there, and felt that an extended holiday in the balmy south would do wonders for our health and our necks. And we’re quite getting the hang of this pirate thing. Already taken two ships, looted a modest amount of, well, loot, and ruthlessly struck down any who dared stand against us. You know, the usual. Oh, and excuse the halfling, he‘s kind of addled. Thinks he‘s a goblin or something.”
"Interesting....interesting...." Sencho looks at Beldan...
"Well, Mad Gittik....," Sencho addresses the barbarian, "your erstwhile father has challenged you to Dead Man's Chest. Do you accept?"
whispers hither and thither;...."who's Mad Gittik? Th' hobniz. He's challenging Peacock's champion. Says he's iz farthah. that IS mad...whoat's mad? all of it...dead man's chest.....dead man's chest..."
"ahem...ahemhem..." the turbaned gorilla clears his throat. "Sencho excuse Mojo please. The Mighty Mojo is confused about one thing. If this base is so well hidden, how do you find us? This concerns The Mighty Mojo, to no end."
That was a challenge? Beldan silently wonders. That doesn’t sound good…
Before he has time to dwell on that, the monkey asks his question. Great, the monkey’s smarter than the rest of ‘em … stupid monkey.
“Er…” Beldan’s gaze flicks to Altai and Riese. “Magic. It was magic.”
"Hmmm.....Mighty Mojo exists in this state, raised from the ranks of his kind, due to magic. He sees magic, sees it as a double-edged sword. Magic.....yes, a double-edged sword..." he squints an eye at you; this 500 lb. of pure muscle silverback that shouldn't even be talking, much less constantly referring to himself in the third gorilla.
The most dangerous man in the room might just be a gorilla wearing a purple turban...
"What Dead Man's Chest? Dad no dead, and me see no chest."
"What Dead Man's Chest? Dad no dead, and me see no chest."
An old hobniz with one eye, one tooth in his yapper, one leg, a hook hand, and a horn held up to his ear to hear with tells Gittik...
"two poyrits row's out to a sand bar, bares steel, in seddles arr differences."
he squints an eye at you; this 500 lb. of pure muscle silverback that shouldn't even be talking, much less constantly referring to himself in the third gorilla.
The most dangerous man in the room might just be a gorilla wearing a purple turban...
Beldan shifts slightly so as to position himself just slightly behind Stig.
Mighty Mojo smiles.
Elgan:
An old hobniz with one eye, one tooth in his yapper, one leg, a hook hand, and a horn held up to his ear to hear with tells Gittik...
"two poyrits row's out to a sand bar, bares steel, in seddles arr differences."
"Oh, so you want me kill dad. Sure, no problem. Hey, you talk funny."
"Oh, so you want me kill dad. Sure, no problem. Hey, you talk funny."An old hobniz with one eye, one tooth in his yapper, one leg, a hook hand, and a horn held up to his ear to hear with tells Gittik...
"two poyrits row's out to a sand bar, bares steel, in seddles arr differences."
"Oy! leathhhhht I don thin mah pappy's uh gooblin! heehee!" he titters and cackles.
"Dat explains alot. You kill father and take his place at the Captians table. Right!"
Oso rubs his hands together.
"When does Gittik's father want to be dead?"
"Long years after tomorrow morning at sunrise, priest..." the goblin pipes up.
"I've got boys, put you in the drink too if you want."
Mighty Mojo smiles.
Elgan:
** spoiler omitted **
Elgan Raises an eyebrow, and returns the Turbaned Gorilla's smile,...
DM,...
It's not a humanoid happy smile, it's my 'I MIGHT not be the biggest, baddest Mo-Fo on the block, but I'm a LOT tougher than I look!' smile.
While he looks perfectly relaxed and comfortable, ready to move in a moment, those who have traveled with him for a while can see just a hint of,... tension, in his frame.
"I'm in."
(re: Elgan)
And more than one of our brave adventurers seems to make an enemy this dubious day...
Altai loooks around despairingly. This didn't turn out exactly as planned, to the extent we had a plan. "We did indeed find this place through magic. We found an odd map on a charred piece of parchment onboard the Hellwind - apparently the burning captain had some sort of plan for the Viper's Den. Oddly, the map crumbled steadily as we approached the Den - it was as if we were meant to find it, yet not compromise its location."
Altai sits down as the meeting devolves into shouted challeges. "So, Mighty Mojo, do you command an entire ship crewed by similarly evolved creatures such as your mighty self?"
"Meh, forget it now, Beetle Boy. No one listen to you now, we go fight. Hey, funny monkey, where you learn to talk?"
Altai loooks around despairingly. This didn't turn out exactly as planned, to the extent we had a plan.
I know right?
"Noone is as evolved as Mighty Mojo. Mighty Mojo is Mighty Mojo..."
sense motive d.c.15
"Meh, forget it now, Beetle Boy. No one listen to you now, we go fight. Hey, funny monkey, where you learn to talk?"
"MIGHTY MOJO DOESN'T KNOW! ALL MIGHTY MOJO KNOWS IS YOU LEARN TO EAT SHIT IN HELL WHERE YOU DIE!!!" Full on silverback chest-beating display; he's up over the table, about 15 feet away from Gittik, beating his chest.
Some look shocked; some laugh; the hobbit who was Gittik's pirate Manners coach peels off; the Mighty Mojo is screaming mightily indeed.Gittik; wil save; d.c. 15.
sense motive d.c.15
sense motive d.c.15
"ENOUGH!!!" Riese yells while producing a column of blasting flame in an unoccupied area(Fiery burst) with a mere thought. "Your knowledge of linguistics is all well and good, hominid, but your lack of knowledge in human interactions is pronounced. Sit or I swear that I shall roast your flesh from the surrounding bone before you lay a hand upon my fellow shipmate." Riese then prepares to cast Fire shield upon himself if the Ape doesn't back off.
"MOJO WILL TEAR YOUR ARMS OUT OF THEIR SOCKETS!!! MOOOOORAAAAAA!"
Sencho:
"MOJO! GET AT EASE!!!"
All of the aggression flees Mojo's mighty frame, and he adeptly swings and slinks back to his seat.
Sencho laughs a good while.
"I see why they made you Captain there, fiery one. Tiger tiger, burning bright..."
"Um, so... We're still doing that whole Dead Man's Chest kerfuffle, right? Or is that off, too?"
"Hell yeah we're doing it! I'm gonna waste Gittik good!!!" Says Gittik's pappy...
"I guess that'll depend upon whether you show up or not," says Sencho.
I won't get in the way of the code."
"I respect Kelanen; his sacred code duello."
"Oh, we'll be there. Bring plenty of your goblins, runt."
(re: Elgan)
And more than one of our brave adventurers seems to make an enemy this dubious day...
Elgan looks appreciatively at the Turbaned gorilla's display, but his only response is to shift his weight onto one foot before Sencho calls an end to the imminent hostilities.
He raises a slim eyebrow at the gorilla's declaration that 'NO one is as evolved,..." And makes a note to tell Altai later that he thinks the ape is hiding something.
He hops up onto a convenient stool as the shouting dies down and it looks like they might actually stay awhile. He relaxes and watches the proceedings with interest, but is perched in such a way that he can leap off in a flash.